#acotar bingo

[honeybeefae]

Breeding (NSFW) with Azriel (:

The Illyrian Way (Azriel x Reader)

BINGO: Breeding

(Breeding. Azriel. Enough said. Enjoy ;))

WARNINGS: Smut, Breeding kink

Children had always been a back-burner discussion for the two of you. Azriel had had a rough childhood, you knew that, and you didn’t want to push him into something he didn’t want. The idea of having your own children was always something you desired but you also were fine to wait as long as it took. It was a big decision.

You expected it to take several, several years for Az to come around to the idea but when you had come back to your shared home in the Illyrian village after running around with the young children all day, something seemed different about your mate.

“Az? Are you okay?” You asked, waving a hand in front of his face. He had zoned out again mid-conversation, staring at your stomach for the fifth time in an hour. “Do I have something on my shirt? Is something wrong?”

“No, no. Nothing’s wrong.” Azriel assured, sitting up so that his elbows were resting on his knees. You didn’t fully believe him but also didn’t want to push so you distracted yourself, standing up to clear your plates.

“I know this camp is all macho men and all that sexist bullshit but I really did enjoy playing with the children today. Nyx seemed to get along well with the other boys even though Feyre was slightly concerned.” You chuckled, your back to him as you recalled the day. “And there was this young boy, he was so small, and he just latched onto me the whole day. I almost didn’t want to give him back.”

He came up behind you as you put the dishes in the sink, his arms circling your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You stopped what you were doing and turned in his arms to look at him, worry in your eyes.

“I can tell something is bothering you, why won’t you tell me?” You pouted, grabbing one of his scarred hands and bringing it to your lips to kiss. “You know I’m always here for you, right? Through thick and thin.”

“I know it’s just a…hard topic.” He swallowed, his free hand coming up to rest on your lower stomach. “Seeing you today with the children, with that young babe, it stirred something inside me. Something I didn’t think I would ever want until I saw it with my own eyes.”

Your breath caught in your chest as you quickly realized what he was speaking of, your eyes widening in disbelief. “Are you…Az, are you saying you want a child?”

The silence was brief but it felt like years, his eyes focused on where his hand rested. You waited a few more moments before cupping his jaw and tilting his face up to you, your eyebrows furrowing. 

“Azriel?”

His pupils dilated as he met your gaze, watching you like a hawk before removing his hand and stepping back. “Do you?” He asked quietly, hungrily.

“I mean, I’ve always thought about it. Having a family with you. But I also wanted to give you space and time…I don’t want to push you.” You mumbled, biting your bottom lip. “But truthfully, I can’t say it’s not something I’ve wished for.”

His lips turned up in a smirk as his eyes darkened, your stomach filling with butterflies as you automatically responded to his look. You knew exactly what it meant, what he was thinking, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t a little excited. 

“What have you thought about mouse?” He teased, pulling you by your hips until you were flush against him. “What do you think about late at night when I’m gone, with your hand between your legs, hm?”

Your face flushed as your body buzzed with anticipation. You could feel him straining against his leathers, feel his heart beating steadily in his chest as you rested your hand on his tan skin. It was getting dark as the last rays of the sun shone through the kitchen window, casting the two of you in a golden glow.

He leaned down, brushing the hair away from your ear and kissing your temple. You held your breath as he chuckled airly, watching goosebumps rise on your skin. 

“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about right now?”

“Yes.” You responded immediately, your voice needy. Azriel grinned and took your hand, guiding it lower and lower until it stilled above your lower stomach. 

“I’m thinking of how you would look carrying a child, our child. How your stomach would grow and stretch, how your breasts would fill with milk, how tight you would feel wrapped around me.” He growled the last part, his jaw clenching as he smelled your arousal. “I’m thinking of how badly I want to breed you, to bend you over and fuck you until you’re leaking from how much I’ve spilled inside you, and then fuck that back into your needy pussy until I’m satisfied.”

You found it hard to catch your breath as he bent down and ghosted his lips over your neck, your head tilting to the side to allow him more access. Your thighs were sticky from how wet his words had made you and while you felt like this conversation needed to be talked about more when you weren’t both this riled up, you wanted that scenario desperately.

“Fuck, Az, please.” You sighed, grabbing his hand and guiding it down until he could feel how wet you were. “Please breed me, Az. I want it, I need it.”

Before you could even blink he had you flipped around with your stomach pressing into the kitchen sink. You gasped when he flipped up your skirts, kneeling on the floor to move your panties to the side before he licked a hot, wet stripe up your dripping sex. Stars filled your vision as you grabbed for anything to hold you steady, plates scattering across the counter as he ate you out like a man starved.

He was flicking his tongue over your clit before dipping into your hole, tongue-fucking you and getting the most delicious moans that made his cock painfully hard. You were biting on your knuckles to keep your voice down, aware of the open window just in front of you.

Two of his fingers circled around you before he thrust them in halfway, removing his mouth to watch as you clenched around him. You started mewling, trying to push back farther to get them all the way inside but Azriel just clicked his tongue.

You heard the shuffling of his pants before you felt him pressing against you, the tip already covered with precum as he grasped your hips roughly. “I’m not going to be gentle, mouse. Are you ready?” He asked you, his eyebrows drawn together as he started to sink in without waiting for your reply.

Both of you groaned loudly at the feeling, your head dipping into the sink as he stretched you out and filled you like no other man would. Azriel began a brutal pace, angling his hips just right to hit that spot deep inside you. This wasn’t supposed to be a love-making session. This was a breeding session.

As if he could read your thoughts you felt one of his hands grab your throat, lightly squeezing as you surged forward with each thrust. Your dress was all wrinkled up, your mouth hanging open, and you wondered if anyone was watching through the window as you got the fuck of your life.

“You were made to be bred,” Azriel grunted, pulling you up so that your back was now against his chest. The angle was awkward and straining but you didn’t care, your mind fuzzy with how much you needed him to fill you up. “Look at that face, those eyes, you love being treated like this. Like my own little breeding bunny.”

The name made you moan, losing yourself in his words as you nodded mindlessly. “Yes, yes!” You cried out, moving one of your hands to start playing with your clit as your orgasm started to draw nearer. “Use me, fuck, fill me up!”

Azriel tilted your head until you were looking at him, your neck craned all the way to the side. “You like being called that, didn’t you? Is that what I should call you from now on? My little breeding bunny?” His thrusts were growing sharper as his shadows started to curl around your breasts, ghosting over your nipples. “Maybe I should carve it into you, burn it into your skin so you’ll never forget.”

He was absolutely feral now as you whimpered, your pussy choking his cock as your eyes started to roll into the back of your head. The first wave of pleasure was enough to make you jerk in his arms, your fists clenching as you pictured him doing all of those things to you. 

It wasn’t but two seconds later that he followed in your pleasure, a guttaral roar coming from deep within his chest as he filled you up with his cum. He had never came that much, his balls tingling from how long it seemed to go on. The mixture of your juices and his was dripping down your thighs and onto the floor, your chest flushed with sweat.

You were barely able to lift your head up as he slowly pulled out of you and rested you against the counter, his lips turned up in a wide smirk. He bent down and caught some of his cum that was leaking out of you, gingerly pushing it back into your cunt until you started trembling from overstimulation.

Azriel stood back up and kissed you tenderly, pressing his forehead against yours as he whispered, “This is going to be a fun night, my little breeding bunny.”

[historiaxvanserra]

Azriel and throat fucking please

Throat fucking | Azriel

This is like two months late but I'm not really a smut writer (I do try). I hope you enjoy this self-indulgent 2k 'drabble'. Totally unedited so if you see a mistake-- no you didn't!

You’ve been gathered around the table in your brother’s office for the better half of an hour when he hangs his head low with frustration. His shoulders go lax as he reclines against the office chair and releases a long sigh as he looks between you and Azriel pointedly. 

“Mother above,” Rhysand implores as he buries his head in his hands,  “Get out of my sight.”

You turn to Azriel expectantly with a look of cool indifference on your face. When he does not move you raise a brow to him expectantly. Azriel only shrugs coldly before burying his hands in his pockets and slipping through the half-open door. His shadows leave an inky trail in his wake. 

You wait for a moment in the silence as Rhysand relaxes to his usual casual self before speaking. 

“I don’t know why you insist on pairing me with that barbarian.” You say digging your heels into the plush carpet as your brother resumes his paperwork. 

“I meant it,” He says feigning boredom as he looks up from the stack of papers, “get out of my sight.” 

Rhysand’s violet eyes glint with slight amusement as he regards you again, turning on your heel to leave the same way Azriel had moments ago.

The hallway is dark and the moonlight shines through the windows casting the house in opal moonglow, save for the wisps of dark that linger around the hall. The remnants of Azriel’s presence. 

You watch as they take flight morphing and changing as the light of the moon is veiled by the clouds and dispersing again. They seem to regard you with a quiet curiosity, ghosting the skin of your arms and becoming entangled in the waves of your unbound hair. 

They whisper to you in a language that you can not begin to understand-- dark and ancient. 

You wonder if they speak to Azriel too. You wonder what they might tell him. 

You laugh bitterly and curse his name for the way it feels in your mouth. Tender and silky. 

You reach out to the shadows as they dance in the moonlight as one comes to rest on your outstretched palm.

“Aren’t you a curious little thing,” you say, stroking the darkness as it curls into your touch, “such a shame your master is an insufferable brute.”

The shadow stills for a moment in your hand before unfurling itself from your grasp and flitters away down the winding corridor. 

No doubt in search of the morose Illyrian they call home.

You turn down the hall in search of your bed, the darkness permeates the air in a way that it feels almost tangible, a thick, oppressive presence that makes you want to collapse into it. 

Through the blanket of the dark you feel eyes on you. Watching and waiting in the shadows. Ready to strike. 

You approach the door to your chambers with a quiet caution, your free hand reaching to the hilt of your dagger sheathed at your thigh.

In a flash of cobalt light tangled in shadow Azriel appears behind you, as you spin to face him his body collides with yours. 

Azirel towers over you, his laugh is cruel and laden with dark promise as he bears his teeth to you. His large calloused hand claims the exposed column of your throat as your back braces against the walls with enough force that you feel crimson stone give way beneath you. 

“Mouthy little bitch,” Azriel growls into the shell of your ear, “need to teach you to keep that pretty mouth shut.” 

You raise an arched brow to him in amusement as you try to suppress the smile that spreads across your face. 

“I’d like to see you try, Azzie.”

The tension is palpable and in an instant you are enveloped in the oppressive darkness that is Azriel as he hoists you into his strong arms and pushes your door open with such force that you are sure you feel the mountain tremble. 

Azriel drops you to the floor wordlessly. You watch him as he pulls the chair from your vanity so that it is facing you before taking a seat before you. He’s so close to you that his boots are touching your folded legs and his knees are level with your face. 

His eyes glint in the dark, a strange combination of lust and a cold anger that comes off him in violent waves. His shadows once thick and oppressive have gone from him now in the safety of your room. 

You watch Azriel with anticipation as he unlaces his breeches, his eyes roaming over your body with a dangerous precision. 

“Get on your knees.” Azriel’s voice is like cold death as he frees his cock from his training leathers. 

His head falls back as he grips the length of his cock and gives himself a few lazy pumps.

You shift in your position and come to rest on your knees before him. 

Azriel meets you eyes as you take his throbbing cock in your delicate hand, pumping once as you spread the first beads of pre cum over his sensitive head. You smile when your teasing draws a guttural moan from hip that has his hips rutting into nothing. 

“Such a fucking tease, baby.” Azriel hisses through gritted teeth “maybe I’ll just take what I want, hm?” Azriel muses, taking your chin harshly in his grasp until you purse your lips for him before letting your mouth fall open.

Azriel takes it as an invitation and thrusts into your open mouth. You stutter and gag around him as you acclimate yourself to the feeling. Heat blooms between your thighs as he pulls out of your mouth, admiring the string on saliva that connects your body to his. 

“Such a pretty girl with my cock in your mouth.” Azriel says softly as his hands tangle in your unbound hair before roughly pulling you back so that you’re peering up to him.

He sits in the chair like it is a throne and he, a cruel prince of some dark unknown. His eyes shine with a predatory admiration as he speaks again.

“Open up, baby.” he command.

Without thought you open your mouth to him, if only to watch the way Azriel smiles wickedly as he leans down to you. Before you can register what he is about to do Azriel’s saliva lands on your tongue.

You hardly have time to widen your eyes before he is tugging at the hair at the nape of your neck and guiding his cock back into your mouth until you’re whimpering around his girth.

“That’s it baby,” he coos encouragingly as he pushes further into your mouth, “taking me so well.”

After a moment your throat relaxes around him and Azriel begins to move slowly. His first few lazy thrusts draw gasps from you that vibrate around his length and Azriel roars as he begins to give into his own pleasure. 

When he is seated to the hilt he draws back slowly and you dare to cast your cast to him from your position on the floor. The sight before you is damned right sinful. Azriel is lost somewhere between this world and the next when you flatten your tongue against the base of his cock and when he looks down to you wrapped around him you feel his body shudder violently. 

The moan that leaves your lips is drowned out by his cock as he sets a punishing pace. Azriel fucks your throat with a fervour that arches on delirium as you let your body go lax in his capable hands. 

Once more he withdraws from you, letting air fill your lungs  before roughly thrusting back into you again. Letting your tongue swirl over the heavy tip of his cock before taking it in his own hand to spread your saliva over the plush of your lips before sliding back in again so that your face is pressed against the dark hair at the base of his cock. 

Azriel’s hold is unyielding and savage as he fucks into your mouth that your eyes begin to water and the taste of your salt-water tears mixes with the taste of his arousal. 

He holds you there until your vision blurs with tears and you look up to him with pleading eyes lined silver as your struggle against him, clawing at his adonis belt until he releases you. Azriel withdraws his cock from you in one swift rut of his hips as laughs as you desperately suck in sharp and shallow breaths. 

“Come on, pretty girl,” His tone is deceptively soft as he presses the tip of his aching cock back to your lips again. 

“Open your fucking mouth.” Azriel drops the soft timbre of his voice and in its place cold death when your mouth does not yield to him at once.

Your tears stain your cheeks as Azriel forcefully pushes back into you again until your warm, wet mouth submits to him. You feel the rumble in his chest as your throat constricts and tightens around his length and you feel him twitch on your tongue.

“That’s it,” He growls as his hips rut into your open mouth, “cry on my cock.”

Taking me so well, he murmurs as he chases his own high. The feeling as he hits the back of your throat causes your own arousal to pool between slick thighs and by the feral noises Azriel makes you think he notices too. 

He can practically taste you on his tongue.

Without warning Azriel pulls you back by the hair and this time instead of fucking straight back into you he takes your face between his fingers and forces you to look at him. The pad of his thumb drags slowly across the sulk on your lip before his other hand wipes the tears from your eyes. You look at him through dark lashes with a softening gaze as he leans down and presses a tender kiss to your hairline. 

Azriel’s tender touch is a short lived fire as the haze of lust falls over him again. 

“Open up.” he commands and you feel gracious enough to obey, sensing his desperate need for release.

Azriel takes his cock in his fist and fucks into his scarred palm with fervor before you take him in your mouth. Azriel sets a lazy pace as his sensitive cock brushes over your flattening tongue again and again. You feel him tremble beneath your touch and the gasp that spills from his lips is punctuated by a string of curses as he spills into your mouth. 

His come lines your throat a milky white film as Azriel pulls back admiring the way you look wrapped around him. The tears that stain your cheeks, the dark hazy look in your eyes, pupils blown wide and the swollen sulk of your bottom lips as he grazes his thumb over it. 

Azriel takes your jaw gently pulling you close to him and pressing a kiss to your bruised lips. You stand to your full height before him and let Azriel guide you so that you’re straddling his lap, your dress riding up to expose your thighs to him. Azriel’s fingers map the expanses of your thighs and hips, the tips of his fingers leaving bruises in their wake as you feel his cock begin to stir again.

[maddithefangirl]

hi ive never requested for bingo so idk if i’m doing this correctly 😭 but i wanted to ask if you could write BFF and body heat for Azriel? thank youuuuuuuu

Warmth (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: none

a/n: I’m so sorry I meant BFB (Best Friends Brother) on the bingo card, so I won’t cross that one off! Also, I wrote this using speak-to-text so hopefully, it's not too bad oops. (my nails are still too long to type properly)

You had always wanted to start your own traditions with your best friends. So, when you had the chance you got your best friend Az and went on a hike through the mountains. It had been a few days into the hike when a massive cold front came in. The cold was more than just what a fire could handle so you decided to share a tent. That night was the coldest night that you had experienced. The wind was whistling through the air so loud that you could barely think. Although you were sharing a tent, that did not seem to be enough as you were shaking and chattering your teeth. You didn't mean to wake him up, but you did anyway.

Az awoke to your shaking form and immediately grabbed your hips to steady you. The touch was like something you would never felt before. You had always dreamed of you and your best friend getting together, but you knew nothing would ever happen between you two.

He whispered in your ear, “The only way we're going to make it through the night is if we share our body heat.” 

You liked the sound of that. you nodded your head as best you could and moved closer to his form. He was radiating heat, you found out, and immediately clung to him. Even though his body was radiating heat, it still wasn't enough as you were still shaking and your teeth were still chattering. Neither of you could sleep. Then Az had an idea. He started taking off his shirt and his pants and laid them on the side of the tent.  He remembered having to share his naked body heat before Rhy’s mom came and took him in.  You looked at him and bewilderment as you had never seen him pantless before in all your years of being best friends. 

He once again whispered in your ear and said, “come on you got to take off your clothes too so that we can stay warm.” 

So, you took off your clothes and laid them next to his on the side of the tent. You huddled together and you finally started to feel some relief as you were warm enough to have your teeth stop chattering and stop your body from shaking. His arms were still wrapped around your waist as you were turned away from him, staring at the side of the tent. You could not believe the position that you had just found yourself in. It was like a dream. So much so that you fell asleep.

[praetorqueenreyna]

If the fic request are still going I'm sending two feel free to pick. One bed Tamcien or runaway bride Neris. Need the otps being cute

I did Neris, and WOW IT WAS FUN!!! Beware, lots of bat boy bashing ahead!

Stupid. Stupid. You’re a stupid idiot. Nesta berated herself. Her hand was clutched around her third glass of beer. She was pointedly ignoring the fact that everybody was staring at her. Even in this random dive bar in Velaris, everybody recognized Nesta Archeron, Lady Death, sister of the Cursebreaker.

It certainly didn’t help that she was in an elaborate wedding dress with a train that dragged halfway to the door.

She was so fucking stupid. She had known that she didn’t want to marry Cassian. Not now, not ever. The crumbs of kindness he gave her did nothing to fill the empty well of loneliness that was her heart. Did nothing to make up for the fact that he put Rhysand and Azriel and Feyre and fucking Morrigan before her, every time. The sex had been good enough to trick herself into thinking that she could eventually love him. Or that she could make him love her.

It hadn’t been until her own wedding, standing at the back of the aisle, that she had come to accept the truth. She saw Cassian at the end, smug and dominant, his gaze licking lecherously up and down her body. She saw Rhysand and Feyre, Azriel and Elain, also waiting to greet her. The sisters she once would have given her life for, reshaped into shadows of their former selves by their arrogant husbands. That was her future, she realized then and only then. The only way for Cassian to love her would be to destroy herself until she was nothing but a docile pet.

She ran.

Now she sat in a bar, drinking herself into oblivion. She finished her beer and gestured for another one. The bartender frowned, holding out a hand for payment. She hadn’t paid for anything yet, and he was concerned she was going to run out on the tab. Without a second thought, she plucked the comically large diamond ring from her left hand and dropped it on the counter. A new drink appeared in front of her between one blink and the next.

“I told you that you were wasted at the Night Court.” A clear voice spoke from her left. Nesta didn’t have to move her head an inch to know that it was Eris.

“Congratulations, you were right,” she spat with no real venom. The years of self-delusion weighed on her. 

The scrape of the barstool against the floor and a whiff of cologne told Nesta that Eris had pulled up a seat next to her. He smelled nice, she thought dispassionately. Like jasmine, and coffee beans. She waited for the taunts and jeers, for his slick tongue to remind her of how foolish she had been. 

“I should kill him.”

“What?” Nesta looked over, and to her surprise Eris wasn’t languidly leaning on the bartop, smirking. His shoulders were hunched, his entire body tense. Without needing to be asked, the bartender slid a shot of a bright green liquid to him. The scent of it was enough to make Nesta’s eyes water, but Eris swallowed the whole thing without a grimace.

“I should kill him. For what he’s done to you.”

“What are you even doing here?” His words made no sense. Nobody was ever punished for what they did to her.

“I was at the wedding.” At Nesta’s shocked expression, his mouth curled up into a grin. “You didn’t know?”

“No.”

Eris shrugged. “I’m guessing Rhysand wanted me there as a political maneuver. Or Cassian wanted me there to gloat.”

“So why did you come?”

“To see if you were really stupid enough to marry him.”

“I’m not in the mood for whatever this is.” Nesta stood up to leave, but Eris stopped her. If he had grabbed her forearm, the way that Cassian always did, she would have shaken him off. But his hand wrapped around her fingers, holding them just tight enough for her to sense his urgency, but not so tight she couldn’t pull herself away.

“You deserve better than him. Not because of his heritage, but because he’s a brute who needed to control you. He wanted you to be his, when any male with half a brain would be bowing at your feet in gratitude to be considered yours.”

Nesta could only stare in shocked silence. The way that Eris fumbled his words betrayed that speaking like this was new to him. Embarrassed, he let go of her hand. “Anyway…I’ll leave you to your newly single life.”

“Wait!” This time it was Nesta who stopped him. He turned back, some unnamed emotion that might have been hope glimmering in his eyes. “Can you stay? Drinking alone is bad enough. Drinking alone in a wedding dress is worse.”

“Yes.” He sat back down, close enough that Nesta could feel the heat of his body through the satin gown. “I’ll stay.”

[kristeristerin]

Oooooo Runaway Bride from the SFW bingo with Eris please?

AN: Thank you for being the first person to send me a request for the Bingo! I did a bit of a twist on the Runaway Bride idea, but I hope you like it! <3

I'm still working on the other requests and hope to have one or two more posted tonight. :) -----------------------------------------------------

I watched the flurry of motion in the garden below my bedroom window. In just under an hour I’d be committing myself to spending the rest of my immortal life with one male. The sound of the door closing and locking pulled my attention away from the window.

“You shouldn’t be in here,” My eyes widen as I move closer to Eris, ready to push him back out the door.

He stands his ground and peers down at me. “You don’t have to go through with all of this. We can leave right now. Lucien is working on breaking the wards for me and then I can winnow the two of us out.”

I shake my head and look up at him incredulously. “Eris, you had a literal year to put a stop to this wedding. You can’t honestly expect that I will let you whisk me away an hour before I am supposed to walk down the aisle. How did you even talk Lucien into helping you with this?”

“He understands my desperation and took a little pity on me, shouldn’t you be more excited that he agreed? Brotherly love and all that? Please, my love, please make me the happiest male in Prythian and leave with me.”

His pout brought a small smile to my lips.

“You’re the absolute worst. Do you have any idea how Helion would react if he knew you were even contemplating ruining all of the work he put into this? If you didn’t want a big affair you shouldn’t have agreed to let him plan it. You know damn well he’s a bit extravagant.”

“It was a lapse in judgment,” he pouts again and brings a hand up to run it through my hair. “I wanted to give you everything you’d ever wanted and he convinced me that he had just the plan to do it -”

Eris’ words are cut off by a sharp knock on the door. “Eris Vanserra get your ass out here this instant.”

We both turn toward the door and I bite back a laugh at the panic that flashes across Eris’ face at Elain’s angry tone.

“You’re not supposed to see her yet, and you’re going to ruin all of the work Helion and I put into today. Do I need to go get your mother?” “Oh no, not my mother.” He mock whispers and then proudly smiles at me when I can no longer hold back my giggles. I bury my face into his chest.

“Also, how dare you pull Lucien into this.” Elain continues from the other side of the door, “I caught him working on the wards so you could winnow away. You’re not going to ruin this for Y/N.”

That made him pause, “Am I ruining this for you, my love?”

I shake my head before pulling back to look him in the eyes. “I’ve been looking forward to seeing what Helion and Elain have planned for us, but at the end of the day as long as I get to spend the rest of my life with you I’m happy.”

Eris swallows hard and nods, “The size of the crowd just made me nervous. I’m not used to not having to keep my emotions tightly guarded and the thought of showing everyone what you mean to me makes me feel vulnerable. I’m scared my love for you will be used against me.”

I place my hand against his cheek. “I know this is hard to get used to, but these are our friends and family. It’s ok to show this side of yourself. They all care about you and so do I. Now get out of here so I can finish getting ready.”

Eris nods and leans down to press a quick kiss to my forehead. “I’ll see you at the ceremony, Sweetheart.”

[moonlightazriel]

Thank you @honeybeefae for creating this, as if I don’t have a lot to write already, feel free to ask for anything ❤️

Double penetration - Cassian x Azriel

Predator/Prey - Azriel

Fluff - Eris

Somnophilia - Azriel

One bed - Eris

Daddy Kink - Helion/Azriel

Forbidden Love - Azriel

Breeding - Azriel

Spanking - Eris

Mating Ceremony - Eris

[secret-third-thing]

YOU ASKED AND I ANSWERED:

NSFW Bingo <3

I have never publicly written smut in my life so...

Here are my boundaries:

I will start next week since I have some IRL writing stuff due soon.

I will write in the order that I received the prompts and will do my best to update the chart so that folks know.

If there's a dupe, I'll still write it.

If I get a double bingo, I will write something extra evil special! DO NOT CHEAT AND ASK FOR AN ENTIRE ROW lol

No Brannagh or Dagdan requests pls. <3

Credit to @honeybeefae

[divinemare]

i saw this everywhere and had to do it too

acotar bingoooo, i’m so excited

whenever i get a bingo i’ll write something extra (actually just spice with no context but yeah)

so bring the requests in babessss and if you have any extra trope you’ll want me to do ask so as well!

[readychilledwine]

Size Kink

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

A Size Kink is a general term for being aroused by being smaller/larger than your partner. It can be height, muscle mass/weight in general, cock size, ect. This is generally a kink we associate with subs having, but in my humble 5'1" experience, I've met more Doms with this kink than subs (hence my 5'11" baby daddy who thought he'd never have someone short enough to enjoy this kink with.) This kink has several subgroups that fall into it and sex acts that fall into it, but my personal favorite to write is height difference and body frame difference. So tall muscular male, short female (curvy or lean.)

What I love about size kinks is that it's so focused on specific aspects, and ANY body type gets to play with it. Little hands? Little legs? Luscious curves? Member of the Itty bitty titty committee? There is someone out there with a size Kink who is into your body and thinks you are a piece of artwork and sexiest thing on the planet. It's so beautiful because it is a body type kink that does not discriminate, and as a sex positive and body image positive person, I think that's super important and comforting for some people.

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As always NSFW below the cut

Azriel x short!reader

Warnings - reader is VERY petite, smut, p in v, slow stretching

A/N - So, I actually have a request for a size Kink with Cassian sitting in my drafts as well from before I decided to do Valentines Day Bingo. Since I picture Cassian as an absolute unit, I used a more Megan thee Stallion vibe for that reader (tall and thick) so I decided to go very short and thinner built for this one to ensure they'd be different. I apologize if that bothers anyone. I will try to get that Cassian request finished asap to post it and make up for this 💙

Ps- with how quickly I am cranking some of these out, and how.... spicy some of them are getting, I don't have my normal outside editing all of the time. Baby daddy proof read this one. Before staring at me and going, "that wasn't fair." So, I apologize for any errors, as always, I will catch them on my fresh reread after it's posted 🫠

Azriel was slowly losing his mind as he watched you use a chair to be closer to Cassian's height and argue with him face to face.

You were just so… small. So little compared to the two Illyrian males. They towered over you. They dwarfed you. Hell, he and Cass had discussed several times how easy you'd be to manhandle, considering they were both so sure their large hands could almost touch if they were wrapped around your waist.

At 6’8” and 7’ it wasn't hard for him and Cassian to own a room or be the tallest males, but Gods when Azriel stood next to your 5’ frame, when he saw Cassian pick you up like you were no more than a doll. It did something to him. It made him feel like a God, like he was powerful, possibly invincible.

He had been further spurred on by over hearing you and Nesta yesterday. She had asked you about how, if the opportunity presented itself, you would manage to fuck an Illyrian, and you, you with your never back down attitude had told Ness, “Mountains were made to be climbed.” He did not know if you had meant that in regards to him, but his hand found his cock quickly that night.

Azriel walked over to where you and Cassian argued over cereal. The fight wasn't serious, but he just needed to remind you that even with a chair below you, you still fell a few inches short.

“Get down before you fall and hurt yourself, angel.” He put a hand to you, offering to help you down. You glared, but put your hand in his.

Offering to help you was a mistake.

He felt the blood rushing to his cock as your little hand sat in his.

He shared a knowing look with Cassian when you looked away to step down and get back on the floor. The argument resumed instantly, your hand still in his.

It stopped as soon as Nesta walked in. Her mate and you going silent and agreeing to disagree.

Well, at least you thought you had agreed. Until Cassian turned around, Nesta in his arms waiting to fly into Velaris. He looked between you and Azriel before smirking. “You know, y/n, you might have shit taste in cereal, but at least you're the perfect height for some things.”

You didn't get it until you turned to Azriel, plush lips parted to ask what Cassian meant.

The blush that spread your cheeks was sinful.

Another image Azriel would save when he imagined it was your mouth around his cock tonight.

Azriel's room was across the hall from yours, so he knew you were being subjected to the same torture he was.

He was sure all of the Night Court could hear Cassian and Nesta. He rolled over to his back, throwing an arm over his face and sighing.

You were so small, so sneaky, he hadn't noticed you come in and shut the door until you were sitting on his bed.

And fuck being in his custom made oversized bed made you look so little. “Hello angel.”

He made room for you, welcoming you under the blanket you laid facing him, watching him. “Do you all never.. get worn out?” He chuckled. “Because humans do. Males typically finish, then they're like, done, and asleep.”

He looked towards you, laughing and smiling so hard his dimples were showing. “Is that your way of telling me you didn't enjoy rolling in the sheets while you were human?”

That blush spread your face again. “I had plenty of fun before Hybern did this to me. Thank you very much, sir.”

You had done it. Azriel shut his eyes, growling at the nickname as he did. “You cannot call me that when you're laying in my bed, y/n.”

You looked at him, snuggling closer to him. You knew what you were doing to him. You had known for a while. You always tracked his eyes when he'd watch you take your heels off, biting his lip thinking no one was looking. You noticed him hide his arousal behind a mask of indifference when you would climb things around the House of Wind. You had also noticed Azriel and Cassian taking every chance they could to lift you.

You had even know Azriel was so sneakily listening to you and Nesta the other day, and you had meant it. Azriel was a mountain you intended on climbing. “Of course, sir. Wouldn't want you to have to use those big hands to keep me quiet.”

The growl that echoed through the room had your thighs clenching. He was on you in an instant arm between your breasts, so it rested on your neck. The other hand sat on your hip, inching forward. “Do not tease me.” You could feel him pressed against your back, mind immediately lost in how that would fit.

You may have been biting off more than you could chew.

But fuck it.

You had never backed down from a challenge. Why start now?

You wiggled further into him, grazing his cock with each movement. “What if I'm not teasing? What if this is an offer, sir?”

“You're going to regret that, little one,” Azriel's hand immediately was in your shorts, his other hand squeezing your throat. A thick finger ran your soaked core, pulling a moan from you. “Going to have to go slow,” Azriel ground his hips into you, needing that friction on his aching cock. “Don't want to hurt you, angel.”

That one finger entered you without warning. It was already a stretch, but one you welcomed.

You loved how everything about Azriel was so big. His hands, his muscled chest and arms, his wings. Of course he'd be big there too. Anticipation began to replace the fear. You relaxed into him, tilting your head and pulling him into a heated sloppy kiss.

Azriel swallowed your moans and cries as his finger opened you up for him. You were tight, so damn tight. His hand moved from your throat to your breasts, loving how they weren't even a handful for him. You were so petite and slim, he reminded himself. He pulled your tank top off, maneuvering the best he could to get you fully below him. He pushed in a second finger, watching as you squirmed so helplessly below him. “So fucking little,” he moaned. “Mother above you're perfect. Just perfect.”

He leaned back, fingers increasing speed the best they could with your shorts in the way while he toyed with your breasts, pinching your nipples and smacking the tender flesh as he saw fit. “Cum for me so I can sit you on my cock, angel. You can do it, y/n. Show me how tight you'll be squeezing around me.”

You felt like you were floating as you came, whimpering Azriel's name as you watched him rut against the mattress for some friction, hazel eyes damn near lost in lust.

He pulled his fingers out of you, wasting no time ripping his sweatpants off and using those juices to coat himself. Your shorts came next, torn to shreds as he pulled you to the edge of the mattress and rested one leg on both sides of his chest.

He was as perfect as you imagined. His cock was long and thick. He was running it along your folds, soaking up at the slick he could before smacking the head of it against your clit.

Azriel could help but to stand with his hips flush against yours, admiring how it looked like his cock would be damn near in your stomach. “Gonna go slow,” he mumbled as he positioned himself at your entrance. “Can't risk hurting my little angel.”

He pushed the head in, keeping an eye on you as you moaned out a long fuck before relaxing into his bed. He sat there, only a few inches inside of you, feeling as your walls stretched out to accommodate him.

He pulled out and slowly reentered, pushing a little more inside of you. Your back arched off the bed, a whimper of pleasure ripping through your throat. The burn of it felt so good. You felt yourself drooling already, mind numb, and lost to anything that wasn't Azriel.

He continued his motions over and over until he was flush against your hips, and you were screaming for him. You had cum just from him slowly getting inside of you, and now he could see the bulge he had created, the slight swelling inside of you as your body made room for him.

Azriel put a hand on the bulge, feeling himself inside of you as he began thrusting. You were squeezing him so tight, hand struggling to find him to hold on to something.

He felt himself losing control, pace growing faster and faster as he watched you squirming and moaning below him. His arms went behind your hips and back, lifting you off the bed and manhandling you in the air for a little while. He brought you to his chest, moving you to be against the wall that shared his room and Cassian's.

A silent brag, and message, that he could now accurrately inform Cassian how easy you were to toss around like a doll.

Your hands found purchase on his shoulders as you became a babbling mess. Your silky core was twitching and tightening around him all over again, indicating to him how close you were, how ready you were. “Az,” you panted. “So fucking big.”

“Yeah,” he kissed the top of your head. “Bet it feels so good stretching you out, doesn't it, baby?” You couldn't respond as a certain angle had you becoming pliant in his arms. “Fuck I know it does.” He was practically lifting you on and off of him, watching as you stretched around his cock. “You're close, aren't you, angel?”

You nodded, eyes glazed over and jaw fallen open to the perfect o. “Gonna cum.”

“Then cum. Squeeze my cock. You wanted to climb the mountain, right y/n? Fucking climb.”

You hit that peak on his command again, clinging to him tightly as he continued using you and stretching you out.

It took Azriel a few more moments, but he stilled inside of you, head thrown back in a loud growl as he came inside of you. He pressed you back against the wall, panting slightly as he stared into your eyes. He lifted you easily, allowing his cock to fall out of you and you to whine at the sudden emptiness that took place where he had filled you.

“This can't be a one-time thing,” his voice was almost desperate as he moved to set you on the desk, forehead finding yours. “I need more of you. All of you.”

You couldn't help but to bit your lip, nodding so quickly with a growing smile. “I like how little you make me feel. How safe you make me feel.”

Azriel's eyes almost rolled back completely as they shut. “Gods you are perfect.” He leaned in to kiss you, only to be interrupted by his door slamming open and Cassian and Nesta barging in.

A massive wing snapped between you and them, blocking your body from their view.

Cassian cleared his throat before speaking. “We want to know how exactly that worked. Show us. Please.”

“Show you?!” Your voice cracked as you turned to a smirking Azriel.

Azriel kissed your forehead. “Bend over the desk, angel. Gotta give him a show since he asked so nicely.”

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[achaotichuman]

If we are allowed oc's for the unhinged bingo. Silas and Brom for the bingo (favorite Vanserra kiddies)

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Revenge Fuck Eris

Use Me (Eris x Reader)

BINGO: Revenge Fuck

(Okay I am back and I am READY! Also going to apologize for making this so short but i KNOW y’all will want a part two so dont worry. This was hella fun to write and I definitely think Eris would be 100% for a revenge fuck because he would egg you on. I really think this is one of my best-written scenes and I hope you guys enjoy it!)

WARNINGS: Smut, mentions of cheating (both parties), semi-public sex

What. The. Fuck.

Those were the three words your mind was repeatedly screaming when you walked in on Azriel, your boyfriend, your best friend, the man you’ve been with for years, pinning the youngest Archeron sister against the wall with his head buried in her neck. 

There was no explaining away the situation. Nothing innocent about the pose and you felt a dangerous mix of anger and betrayal brewing deep in your soul. You had stood there frozen as Elain’s eyes had met your own, at first widening in surprise and shame before Azriel did something that had her gasping and moaning.

You balled up your fists and heavily contemplated murdering them both before your shoulders sagged and you turned and left the room. It felt like all the rooms were caving in around you, your blood rushing to your ears as you stumbled down the hallway trying to find your room.

“Y/N?” A garbled voice called out, your mind not even registering it until the person physically stopped you and shook your shoulders. “Y/N!”

Your eyes blinked away the tears that were falling down your face as you made out the face of Eris. You had forgotten he was staying in the Night Court for the night, the Solstice party upstairs still in full swing.

“Leave me alone, Eris. I’m not in the mood.” You frowned, pushing his hands off of you and turning around. He rolled his eyes and grabbed your wrist, stopping you once more. It pissed you off.

“I said leave me alone!”

“Who did this to you?” He asked quietly, eyebrows knitted together in concern. “Who made you cry?”

“It doesn’t matter.” You hiccuped, looking at your shoes. When you had found them all you had felt was rage but now that you were alone, you were consumed by sadness and shame. What if’s were running through your mind, wondering if you had done something or if you had become unattractive. It was gnawing at your gut. 

“It does to me,” Eris murmured, putting two fingers under your chin so you were looking at him. “What happened?”

Eris, despite his flaws and the rumors around him, had always treated you well. You were his favorite member of Rhysand’s court if he had to choose though that wasn’t saying much. The two of you had similar fathers and bonded over it. Sometimes you would joke around and it always bothered Azriel. In fact, if you were ever close to Eris with Azriel in the same room he seemed to have a problem with it.

All that being said, could your trust Eris? Would he laugh in your face and confirm your worst fears? Would he use it to hurt you later? There was still so much that you didn’t know about him it was hard to decide if he was who he presented himself as.

But as he watched you, you saw no laughter or judgment in his eyes. Just worry.

“I caught,” You took a shuddering breath, wrapping your arms around yourself as the scene replayed in your head. “I caught Azriel and Elain…they were, he was…”

You couldn’t even finish the sentence. It felt like you were going to be physically sick if you continued speaking so you closed your mouth and closed your eyes, trying to take deep breaths.

His fingers disappeared from your chin and you had thought he had left, too uncomfortable to say anything or perhaps even go gossip, but when you peeked out you saw him still standing there.

Except his eyes were now filled with cold rage, his jaw tense. You saw that his fist was curled up by his side and could physically feel the heat coming off of him. He turned to look behind him, as if contemplating if he should go find the couple, before turning back to you.

“What an ignorant, foolish male,” Eris growled, long strands of red hair falling in front of his face as he shook his head. “To go out and find a star when he had a whole galaxy right in front of him.”

Your head snapped up to look at him when he finished his sentence, confusion evident on your face. What had he just said? 

“What?” You asked quietly.

“You heard me.” He whispered, watching you take in his words. “He’s a fool to go after someone like her when he has you. If you were mine…”

Eris cut his sentence short, tightening his lips to stop whatever confession was about to spill from his mouth. You, however, wanted to hear it and stepped closer to him. The tears on your face were shining in the candlelight of the hallway as you gazed up at him, your heart thrumming.

“If I was yours?” 

“I do not wish to make things harder on you. I shouldn’t have said anything to begin with. Let me escort you back to the party.” He ushered, trying to change the topic. However, you planted your feet firmly on the ground to root yourself in place. 

“No, I don’t want to go back to the party.” You said stubbornly, raising your chin. “Finish what you were going to say.”

“If I finish that sentence I am afraid my rocky alliance with this court will come tumbling down. Please.” His voice was tense but you could see how his cheeks flushed, how his breathing was just a little faster, and you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing back once more.

“Oh for goodness sake, Eris, just-” You began frustratedly, gasping when you suddenly found yourself pressed against the cool brick of the hallway with Eris looming over you. His body was pressed fully against you, his hand lightly grasping your face, and you could swear you could feel something grazing your thigh.

“If you were mine I would take care of you properly. I wouldn’t leave you in search of anyone else, I wouldn’t need anyone else.” He breathed into your ear, swallowing thickly. “If you were mine…I would ruin all other men for you. I would teach you so many things, show you how a lady like yourself should properly be bedded and fucked. You would begin every morning and end every night with my name on your lips and your legs wrapped around me.”

His words went straight to your sex and you couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped you. Eris had always been a distant friend, if that, but you couldn’t deny his beauty. The way he carried himself, his attitude, and even his walk had you staring for longer than you care to admit.

You knew your body wanted this…you knew Eris wanted this…but then your mind flashed back to Azriel. The man who you lived with, the man who made you feel safe and secure. He had always made sure your needs were met, that you never wanted for anything. 

And he also was currently in another room screwing Elain Archeron’s brains out.

It seemed Eris caught your hesitation and while a small part of him wrestled with the morality of what he was intending to do, the bigger part wanted to show you just how better you could be treated. He also liked the fact that he would be taking something from the sulking Illyrian, something he didn’t understand the true value of. 

“Come on, little fox.” Eris purred into your ear, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin. “Use me. Get revenge. Let me show you what you need.”

Your eyes closed, feeling like you were standing between two doors that led to different fates. All sorts of conflicting feelings were swirling in your soul but when Eris trailed a hand up your leg, hiking it over his hip, the answer became crystal clear.

You wanted him. 

“Yes, yes.” You nodded, raising your hands to tangle in his hair. “Ruin me.”

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he crashed his lips against your own, your teeth gnashing together in carnal need as he easily moved your other leg so that you were now fully wrapped around him. The taste of him had you growing even wetter as he slid his tongue into your mouth, using one of his hands to free himself before shoving your panties to the side.

You cried out and threw your head back when he thrust into you fully, the delicious stretch of his cock feeling better than any man you had had before. He immediately set a hard pace, angling his hips so he reached that spot inside you that had you clenching around him tightly.

“Fuck, Eris, oh my gods…” You whined, your dress bunched up at your hips as your feet bounced with his thrust. Eris was no better, his lips moving to start biting at your neck and shoulder. He was being rough, his teeth catching your skin, but you loved it. It was making you feel a high you didn’t get with Azriel.

“I knew you’d be tight for me, knew you’d take me so well.” He praised as he grabbed both of your asscheeks for better leverage. “Do I fuck you better than that bastard? Hm?”

When you tried to answer he gave a particularly hard thrust that made you see stars, your eyes rolling back into your head as you rested it against the wall. You could feel your orgasm rapidly approaching, faster than ever, and you knew you were going to drown in it. 

He knew it too, could see the small o your lips were creating as he licked a long stripe up your neck and to your ear. Your hands moved his hair to grasp his shoulders, your nails digging so hard into his skin that you pierced it. 

“Look at you, Y/N, letting me fuck your pretty cunt in the hallway where anyone could see. But that’s what you want, isn’t it?” He taunted, his balls tightening with the need to release. “You want him to find you, to see you getting split in half by me. You want to be claimed in front of the world.” 

You tried to shake your head but Eris grunted in disapproval, squishing your face in his hand until your eyes were forced open. His pupils were blown wide in lust, matching your own, and you swore it was just the two of you in the whole world. 

“Say it.”

“I want it,” You moaned, right on the cusp of ecstasy. “I want him to see me like this, for him to see how much better you are.”

Eris snarled and kissed you once more, hitting that spot in you one more time and sending you toppling over the edge. It made your entire body shake and you felt like you were floating on air. He followed you into bliss easily, releasing inside of you until you were filled to the brim.

Both of you were sharing breaths when he pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. He still had you pinned which you were thankful for as you weren’t sure if you could walk yet. You came down slowly as you realized what had just happened, what you had just done.

And where you expected guilt to reside you felt…nothing. In fact, more than anything, you felt hungry for more. It was like brushing over a bite that itched. You couldn’t get just a taste, you needed everything. You needed to scratch that itch until you were satisfied.

When your eyes connected with his you knew Eris felt the same way. You smiled, exposing all your teeth, before nodding once. He gave you a small smirk and held you tightly against him before winnowing away to his temporary room in the Night Court.

Both of you missed the pair of vengeful hazel eyes watching you from the end of the hallway. 

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for bingo, could you do human reader and az fucking for the first time? like maybe he’s too scared of hurting her at first but then she tells him she can take it

i love your writing!!

First Time (Azriel x Human!Reader)

a/n: ahhhh I can finally write and not use that speech to text! Soooooo happy to be back writing again.

His kisses were intoxicating as he removed his mouth from your nipple. Your head a thrown back in pleasure. 

“Az, I want you,” you whimpered. 

In a split second, your clothes were torn to shreds on the floor, leaving you bare before him. He started to salivate, looking at you before him, dripping and needy. 

He had never been with a human before, and as he was lining himself up with your entrance, that came to the forefront of his mind. He stopped. 

“What’s wrong, baby? I need you so badly,” you spoke breathily. 

“I- I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispered. 

“Azzie, baby, I can take it. Just give it to me, baby.”

“Fuck.”

That was all he needed to sheath himself in you. You had no magic as a human, but that didn’t stop your pussy from feeling magical. There was a grip there that he had never experienced before. 

“Okay, you can move,” you said quietly. 

His movements were smooth as he rocked back and forth into you. He hissed as he bottomed out. He moved with a force you had never felt before. He was hard and fast and everything that you had dreamed about. He was also the most impressive male you had ever taken. 

You could tell he was still holding back.

“Harder,” you moaned, hoping that would help ease him. 

His movements became more controlled as he quickened the pace. The snap of his hips was mesmerizing as he took you to places you had never been before. It was then that you felt his cock hit that spot inside of you. No male had ever touched you there until now. 

He was having the time of his life exploring you. You saw every minute change in his technique, and you made sure that he heard it. The more sounds you made, the more hypnotized he became. He was losing himself within you, and he couldn’t stop the bliss it made him feel. He kept pounding into you harder and harder. 

Your screams could not be contained in your small house as you cried out for him. Over and over, he hit that spot inside of you before that coil inside of you showed signs of snapping. And then it happened. It was the strongest release you had ever had. You felt the urge to let go of everything in your system, and he coaxed it out of you with a “let it all out, baby girl.” That was it for you are you let all of your juices flow out onto him and the sheets, another feeling you had never had before. 

He kept going trying to ride out his high. “Where do you want it, baby girl?” 

“Inside me!” you moaned. 

He picked up his pace again as you squeezed him at the right moment. He let out his seed within you with a roar. It was the most glorious feeling for both parties. 

That would be the first fuck of many to come. 

[praetorqueenreyna]

Hello, Vanserra Family drama/angst please.

Have some baybee Lucien and Good Big Brother Eris!!

Lucien was in huge trouble. Not only had he broken the rules by sneaking into his parents’ bedroom, he had broken one of the artifacts that Beron had proudly displayed on the wall. The shield had looked solid and sturdy, and was small enough that Lucien would be able to hold it. He had pulled a chair over to the wall and, reaching up on his tiptoes, pulled the shield away. While the metal surface of the shield was polished and strong, the arm bands behind it were brittle leather. They had snapped at the slightest bit of tension, and Lucien had tumbled to the ground with the shield on top of him. He had done his best to put it back, but it had very clearly been tampered with. It hung crooked from the wall on the remnants of the bands, and was dented along the edge from hitting the floor. All of Lucien’s instincts told him to scuttle away and hide, and hope that his father didn’t notice.

That evening at dinner, Beron coldly told the servants not to bring the meal out quite yet. Lucien froze, his eyes glued to the table surface in front of him, as Beron slid the damaged shield on the table in front of him.

“One of you little rats has deliberately disobeyed me,” Beron hissed. Lucien’s brothers shifted uncomfortably. Obviously none of them knew what had happened with the shield, only that one of them was about to be punished for it. “Not only did one of you go into my quarters and touch my things, but the coward then ran and hid instead of admitting to their insubordination and facing the consequences. I want the coward who did this to admit it. Now.”

Silence. The Vanserra boys didn’t even whisper amongst themselves for fear that any communication would be seen as an admission of guilt. Lucien’s heart thumped painfully in his throat and his hands began to sweat. Confess, he chided himself. Be a man. Tears had already begun to fill his eyes when he lifted his head to implicate himself.

“It was me.”

Beron’s head swiveled to the right, his eyes narrowing. “Eris? What were you thinking?”

Lucien’s mouth dropped open as Eris rose to his feet, back ramrod strength. “I’m sorry, sir. I got  curious and went into your room and broke the shield. I thought I could fix it.” 

Beron climbed to his feet as well. Although Eris was over one hundred and fully grown, his father towered over him. In an almost careless motion, Beron backhanded his eldest son across the face, sending him flying. “Go to your room. You don’t eat until I decide what to do with you.” Still dry-eyed, Eris obeyed. In the candlelight, Lucien could see the blisters across his brother’s cheek. Beron had superheated his hand before he had struck him.

Later, Lucien snuck up the stairs to the north tower, to Eris’s quarters. Eris was sitting at his desk, reading. Aside from the snow white bandage that covered half his face, it was as if nothing had happened.

“I know it was you.” Lucien started; he hadn’t realized that Eris had known he was lurking in the doorway. “None of our other brothers are stupid enough to go into Father’s quarters.”

“Why didn’t you tell him it was me?”

Eris appraised him; once he hit puberty, Lucien was likely to be taller than any of the other Vanserras, if his slender, lithe limbs were anything to go by. For now, though, he was the smallest. “I will next time.”

“Why not this time?” Lucien pushed. He didn’t know what he was hoping to hear.

“You’ll remember this in the future. I don’t tell on you this time, and you won’t tell on me when I’ve done something far worse.” Despite the cold words, there was a hint of a warm smile, just under the surface. “Go to bed, Lucien.” 

[kristeristerin]

For the Bingo, Soulmates prompt and Tarquin x reader please, thank you and have a great day!

AN - Hello my dear! Thank you for making this request! Tarquin is always so fun to write. I hope you like this! <3

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The first time you referred to him as your soulmate Tarquin’s eyes widened. The two of you were on his pleasure barge and everyone else had coupled off for the evening leaving just the two of you on the deck.

“Oh, I didn’t mean romantically, Tarquin,” you gave him a soft smile, “I only meant that you’re my best friend and I couldn’t imagine my life without your warmth in it.”

He let out the breath he’d been holding and grinned broadly at you. “Of course! You’re my best friend as well.”

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The second time you referred to him as your soulmate was the night the two of you attended Rhyand and Feyre’s Starfall party. You watched fascinated as the lights streaked across the sky. When you turned to face him he was already watching you. The heat of his gaze caused your cheeks to flush.

“You know, they say the lights are the souls of those who have passed moving across the sky in search of their mate in the afterlife. I think that’ll be me looking for you one day.”

Tarquin was quiet for a moment before pulling you close to his side. “I hope that doesn’t happen for a very long time.”

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The Third time you referred to him as your soulmate was the night the mating bond snapped into place for the two of you. You watched him wide-eyed as he gently rubbed his chest before crossing the room and sweeping you into his arms. When the two of you broke the kiss he put his forehead against yours and stared at you breathlessly.

“I always knew you were mine,” you raised a hand to cup his cheek, “I’ve known it in my soul since we met that you were mine and I was yours. Soulmate.”

His answering smile was enough to bring tears to your eyes. “So you did.”

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The first time Tarquin referred to you as his soulmate was during your mating ceremony. The temple in Adriata was packed full of your family and friends, but you couldn’t take your eyes off of the male in front of you. The priestess spoke her words and then gestured for Tarquin to speak the vows he’d prepared.

“The first time you told me I was your soulmate I panicked. I couldn’t imagine a world where such a perfect female could see herself tethered to me for the rest of her life. You were right though, you’re my soulmate and I intend to spend the remainder of our days proving to you that I am worthy of the gift. I have loved you for many years, and I will love you for centuries to come.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes as you stared up into your mate’s smiling face. “Forever, my love. My soulmate.”

[moonlightazriel]

I’ll do the rest tomorrow when I get home from work, but feel free to keep sending in the requests ❤️❤️❤️ and thank you for those who already requested

We already have fluff, one bed and somnophilia

[sarahpunkinator]

I didn’t have Russ referencing booktok or ACOSF on my bingo card, did y’all? 🤯